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Spring Writing Contest!

We’re teaming up with Outside Magazine Executive Editor Sam Moulton for the first Nowhere Spring Travel Writing Contest. We are looking for novice and veteran voices, both near and far, with a powerful sense of place in their writing.

The winner will be awarded $1,000 and have the winning story published in an upcoming issue of Nowhere. The top 10 stories will be announced online and published here on our site. More details after the jump…

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Stories can be fiction or nonfiction, but writers should indicate which at the top of each submitted manuscript. Entries must be between 800-5,000 words and cannot have been previously chosen as a winner in another contest. Please indicate previously published work. There is a $15 entry fee and the deadline for submissions is Sunday, June 15, 2014 at midnight (ET). Submit entries here. Good luck!

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Outlaws: Black Market Pesos

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Counting (and recounting) stacks of bills gets old. Pablo Escobar of the Medellin cartel faced this problem, tracking his titanic profits from cocaine trafficking. In the infant days of the modern coke smuggling industry, money made in the U.S. was flown back to Colombia where either willing Colombian banks would keep it or individual cartel associates would stash it as petty cash, to cover operating costs. Eventually, traffickers switched to U.S. banks, which had both money counters and relatively loose restrictions on deposits. The money laundering laws requiring banks to report suspicious activity were first passed in the 1970s but were largely ignored by American banks, who would see sometimes as much as $250 million dumped into non-interest bearing checking accounts annually. Continue Reading…

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Nowhereland: Stowaway

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The four-hour journey began for Victor Alvarez Molina with a phone call. Leave Cuba, his wife warned him. Though it remains unclear what desperate circumstances were behind the call that impelled the 22-year old Havana Airport employee to then flee his native country, what we know is that it wasn’t long before he had tucked himself inside the landing gear of an airplane bound for Montreal, Canada, in 2002. Stowaways of his kind have about a 20 percent chance of survival, and with only a windbreaker as his carry-on, Molina was ill-prepared against the potentially fatal temperatures which would drop to as low as -55 degrees Fahrenheit after the plane took off into the stratosphere. In his hand he clutched a picture of his daughter, and in his mind’s eye a rose-colored image of Montreal, bearing the faint promise of freedom and economic opportunity. For more than four hours he prayed, hoping to survive a journey that for most ends in death.

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Issue 10 is here!

Vanishing tribes of Saudi Arabia, the Land of Oz in North Carolina, lost in Myanmar, botany and romance in Costa Rica, fictional anthropology and much more… read it online now!

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En Route: Lowlands to Highlands by Foot

William, the “old man in the bush” the Tourist Bureau had suggested, was waiting at the beach. William was small, about five feet flat, and somewhere in his sixties. He wore a short-sleeved button down, slacks, and sandals.

William led the foreigner up a rough foot trail that rose steeply into lush rainforest. There was nothing around them but greenness, enlivened by the sound of birds and insects. Splinters of light beat down through the trees and onto the forest floor. The trail was slippery, but William had no trouble, and every now and then he would ask the foreigner a question. Most of his questions involved things he’d heard but not been able to verify. Continue Reading…

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Expats: Martin Luther Queen

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“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition,” wrote James Baldwin in Giovanni’s Room. Seeking sanctuary from the burdens of life as a queer black man in 1940s Harlem, Baldwin expatriated to Paris where he was able to begin demystifying what it meant to be an American, and where he created the works that would mark him as one of the best – and most critically contested – exile writers of all time. “Exile saved my life,” he reflected 13 years later. Continue Reading…

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In The Field: The Prison Tree

Photo by Leonora Enking.

They arrived at the tree just before nightfall, with a dark honey sky above the scattered red rocks of The Kimberley. In silhouette, the 14 aboriginal prisoners — men and boys accused of unlawful possession of beef — gave the impression of a single long and curving creature, being joined by chains at the neck. They had walked over 250 miles across the outback of Western Australia, in the hottest month of the year.

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Eye of the Beholder: Something Wonderful is about to Happy

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“A gentleman is one who puts half his weight on elbows.” I know you know what that means. And if Wonton Food, Inc. in Long Island City had its way, you’d be convinced that such wisdom could only be the timeless philosophy of Confucius.

But alas, it’s hard to say exactly who the mastermind is behind the success of the three billion fortune cookies manufactured annually. What I can tell you is that it’s not the Chinese.

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Outlaws: Flying Fingers

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When words fail, he speaks with his hands: more specifically, his fingers.

He is given a sharp-edged tanto, or short-bladed knife, and a small, spotless cloth. The hand rests palm-down on the cloth. He places the knife just above the top knuckle of his left pinky, and in one swift motion, his apology to his oyabun – his boss, his surrogate father – lies in a pool of blood on the table. It is carefully wrapped and presented to the oyabun, who accepts the gangster’s apology, and the missing fingertip, just like the hand-poked and multi-colored tattoos covering nearly every inch of the repentant gangster’s body, becomes another distinctive mark of his membership in the yakuza. Continue Reading…

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